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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (new) Chapter 7 - by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first six chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Seven


"About time you showed up, Russet!" Coach was waiting for me, just
like he'd promised. "I was beginning to think you weren't serious
about this."

I looked at the clock on the wall of the school weight room, it said
6:03 and Coach had told me to be there at six. "Sorry Coach, it
won't happen again."

"Alright, close that door behind you there and get over here then."
Coach was wearing red nylon shorts and a t-shirt, just like he always
did, but this morning his shorts seemed a little tighter, like I could
see the faint outline of his cock and balls trapped inside them. But
maybe that was just my imagination.

I pulled the heavy door shut, hearing the lock snap into place, and I
hurried over to where Coach was, near a mirrored wall with padded
benches and free weights on heavy steel racks. I was wearing a pair of
shorts too, big and baggy, and a plain white t-shirt of my own.

"Now, what were we gonna work on, Russet?" He asked, standing hands
on hips in front of me.

"Uh, workin off these girly tits, Coach?" I hoped that was what he
wanted to hear.

"Girly tits, right." Coach was nodding. "Okay, let's see what
we got to work with here. Lose the t-shirt, Russet."

"Oh..." I glanced at the door, hesitating for a second.

"Don't worry, locked tight as Fort Knox and I got the only key."
Coach smiled. "Now take off that shirt, I want to get something done
here before recess, okay with you?"

"Sure Coach." I agreed and pulled my t-shirt quickly over my head,
tossing it on one of the benches.

I stood there nervously as Coach inspected my boobs, pinching my
nipples between his thumb and forefinger and making little noises in
his throat as he pushed and pulled them this way and that. It hurt a
little, but mostly it just made my nipples hard.

"Yep." Coach finally announced. "Girl tits for sure."

He had moved behind me and now he reached around, like he was giving me
a hug and I felt the bulge in his shorts pressing against my ass. Coach
held his hands flat against my breasts, pushing hard so my little 14
year old boobs flattened almost painfully. It felt sort of good though
and I wondered what he wanted me to do, I figured I'd just stand
there until he told me.

"But you got some muscle underneath, Russet." He was really
pressing against me now and a little moan slipped between my lips.
"You feel that?" His fingers were digging against my bones it felt
like and that did hurt. "That's muscle under there. We just gotta
build on it."

I swallowed as he finally let me go and sucked a big breath of cool
air. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath, or more likely I
hadn't been able to draw one with Coach squeezing me like that.

"Who give you those love bites?" Coach tilted my head with his
hand. "On yer itty bitty titties and the side of your neck there."

"Some uh, boy, Coach. At a party."

"A boy huh?" Coach laughed. "Watch your ass, Russet or you'll
be growin' milk sacks. Now get over here, we're gonna do some
stretching and then we'll do some good old fashioned iron pumping,
get those pecs hard and smooth in no time. How's that sound?"

And Coach was good as his word. He had me lifting for a good hour,
doing a lot of repetitions with fairly light weights. I'd been
wondering for a few minutes there if he'd brought me in at six in the
morning just to have sex and I couldn't really tell if I was
disappointed or not when we didn't.

Third period was my study hall and I spent it in the library. Mostly my
school days were pretty boring. Middle school was just grades six
through eight, basically a couple hundred kids from 3 counties ranging
from 11 to 15 years old. I had class with most of the same guys I
played football with, and of course Matt, John, and Lance were there,
so it was fun anyway. My real break came at my seventh period, from
2-3pm every day when I had shop class over at the high school. It was
just a quarter mile down the road and I usually rode my bike pretty
quick on the way there, and a bit slower on the way back. My last class
was algebra, which sucked.

Anyway, I was sitting in the library when I got a real surprise.

"Hi." Kyle was whispering and putting some books down on the table
I was sitting at. He sat down next to me, scooting his chair a little
closer than it already was.

"Hey." I smiled and then looked around nervously. "What are you
doing here?" Kyle was 16 and in the ninth grade, a freshman at the
high school. He'd always been a year ahead of me in school, but
we'd made friends just the same.

"I skipped out." He grinned and struggled to keep his voice low.

"You skipped school to come here?" I laughed, covering my mouth
quickly with my hand. "Why? You get homesick or something?"

"No." He was laughing too. "I wanted to see you."

"See me?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not mad about Friday, if
that's what you're worried about. Didn't Matt tell you?"

"Yeah, he said you were cool." Kyle nodded. "I just felt kinda
bad, you know? We were acting like assholes."

"Well, yeah." I agreed with a smile. "I was sorta being a
butthead too though."

"Well, maybe." Kyle frowned and took a long pause. "I was
wondering...uh, well..."

"What?" I looked at him and he was looking down at his hands.

"Well, I was just thinking if you wanted to go to a movie with me
sometime."

"Yeah." I shrugged, wondering what the big deal was. "Sure, we
can go whenever you want, as long as you're driving." I grinned at
him, but he was still looking down. Something wasn't right.

"No, I mean, um...if you'd go out with me..." He glanced at me
quickly and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Go out with you? You mean...Go out with you? Like on a date?" I
couldn't believe he meant that.

"Yeah." He looked at me then, really looking into my face and I
could see he was serious and really nervous too.

"I thought I told you guys!" I frowned unhappily. "Friday night,
didn't I tell you guys I didn't want to ruin anything? I didn't
want to get anyone jealous or mad or whatever? We're best friends,
Kyle. If we go out on a date..." I gestured hopelessly, "...then
what?"

"I know, I know..." Kyle was saying, staring at the table while I
was talking. "After what you said on Friday I thought about it."
He turned to face me again, his soft green eyes open and honest. "I
thought about you. A lot. And...and I love you, Ann."

"Oh, Jesus!" I shook my head. "Kyle you're my best friend, I
love you too, like a brother, okay? I don't ever think about you guys
like that, I can't, don't you see? I don't want to lose you guys.
What would Matt say if we went out on a date? What would the other guys
say?"

"I don't know." Kyle said softly. "I know they're thinking
about it though. Like I am, thinking about you."

"What?" I didn't understand him right then. "What do you mean
by that?"

What had happened to these guys after I'd left Friday night? Had they
talked about me? Maybe had a little circle jerk while they dreamed
about fucking me? Or had they drawn straws or something to see who
would get me for a girlfriend? Played eeny-meeny-miney-moe on their
toes and Kyle was the big winner...I was getting more and more upset
and even a little paranoid about it.

"I mean..." Kyle shrugged finally and he looked really unhappy.
"I don't know. Nevermind." The bell was ringing and he started
getting up. "You know, if you don't wanna go out with me all you
have to do is say no."

"Kyle..." I sighed.

"You don't have to get all pissed about it." And then he was
walking away.

I knew I'd hurt his feelings pretty bad, but I didn't know how much
until right then. I went to my next class, which was civics, but I
didn't want to be there and I spent the hour doodling in my notebook,
making pictures of someone who looked a lot like me jumping off a
cliff. Lance, Matt, and John were all in class with me, but I was
ignoring them. Not really intentionally, but I didn't want to look at
them and wonder what they were really thinking about me.

Love and sex and all that stuff was ruining my life. Everything had
been fine until I'd started getting interested in sex, and that was
only like a week before! What was my life going to be like in six
months? Or a year from now? I was going to be miserable, I was sure.
Every time something a little bit good happened, something bad came
down on my head like a ton of bricks. I couldn't handle it. I
didn't know what I supposed to do and nobody was telling me anything.
Everyone I had sex with was the wrong someone, like my brothers, or
Coach, or even Sandy. The people who wanted to have sex with me were
the wrong people too, like my best friends, or the Hudson sisters, or
that idiot Brian Hades.

Actually, thinking about it, Brian Hades was probably the only right
someone...But he wanted a cheerleader like Jackie Vale. All lipstick
and heels and giggling and everything I wasn't and didn't want to
be. So he wasn't the right person either! I felt like screaming and
all I could do was sit there, surrounded by 3 of my 4 best friends, and
draw cartoons. Life sucks.

"I'm gonna be a nun."

"What?" The Boz stared at me.

We were in shop, my second to last class of the day and the only one I
liked. Shop class wasn't usually available for middle school
students, but they'd made an exception for me, just as they had for
most of my brothers. Everyone else in there was a junior or senior,
including my brothers, Greg, Henry, Mark, and David. It was pretty much
the only time of the day I saw any of them. Greg and Henry were working
on the class project, an old '56 Ford pickup truck that everyone
worked on from time to time. We were going to fix it up nice and raffle
it off at the end of the semester for a school fund raiser.

Mark and David were working on their show car, an Olds 442 that was
already pretty tricked out. They were working on some new fangled
electronic fuel injection that GM had shipped out for free, just to get
their name on our SEMA display. That car was worth about a hundred and
thirty grand just in parts, but my brothers hadn't spent a dime of
their own money on it. Getting a couple covers on magazines like Hot
Rod and Street Rodder pulled in a lot of freebies.

David was playing with his laptop. He wasn't really very good with a
wrench, but when it came to mixing computers and cars he was a regular
Mr. Wizard. They were already pumping about 580 horses out of that
Oldsmobile and David said if he fixed the code they'd be able to get
650 easy. That sounded like a lot, even for the latest and greatest EFI
ever invented in Detroit, but if he said it, I believed him.

Me and The Boz were fixing his girlfriend's Volkswagen. It was an old
Rabbit convertible that had been dead and buried when she bought it for
a hundred dollars. Her name was Angie and she'd dropped out of 11th
grade to go to beauty school. All she'd ever wanted to do was be a
beautician, so she didn't figure a high school diploma mattered all
that much. She was a pretty good one too, from what I heard. I always
got my haircuts from Stan, the town barber. Anyway, The Boz had dug up
the Rabbit about 6 months before and we'd been playing Frankenstein
with it ever since. We were gutting the interior at the moment, which
is always fun. Nothing like ripping out big chunks of ugly trim and
cheap carpeting to vent your frustrations.

 "My best friend, well, one of my best friends asked me out." I was
on the floor trying to unbolt the passenger seat. "I'm gonna cut
this." I muttered, mostly to myself.

"So?" The Boz looked at me. "Go out with him."

"I can't." I shook my head and sat up. "What are my other
friends gonna think?"

"If they're your friends it ain't gonna matter, right?" The Boz
smiled.

"I don't know." I thought about that for a second, trying to
imagine how I would feel if Matt and Lance started dating. The idea was
so far out there that I couldn't take it seriously though, and it
didn't help me much.

I went to get a torch and some goggles. The Boz really didn't do a
whole lot on the car, but I didn't mind, he was good to talk to and
every Dr. Frankenstein needs his Igor to keep him company.

"But what if we go out and we don't have fun?" I asked The Boz a
few minutes later. "What if we break up or something?"

"You ain't even going out with him yet and you're thinking about
breaking up?" The Boz laughed at me. "All you have to do is be
yourself, man. He already likes you."

"Yeah." I guess that was pretty obvious. "Got a bucket of
water?" The Boz nodded and I got to work cutting that seat out. We
had to have water and a fire extinguisher handy when we torched
something, otherwise we might burn down the school, I reckon.

I was tossing the old passenger seat, now just a chunk of scrap, onto
the floor. "But what if my other friends ask me out too? How could I
say no to them? And if I didn't say no, then what? I'd be juggling
like three or four guys all at once. Wouldn't they get pissed at each
other, like jealous or something?"

"Probably." The Boz shrugged his big shoulders. "Depends on the
person, but friends get pissed at each other all the time, you know?
You just have to decide how much you like this guy. If you think you
want him for your boyfriend, go for it. Don't let all that other
stuff stress you out all the time, if you're cool with it, they'll
be cool."

"But what if they're not?" I wondered.

"Then fuck 'em." The Boz replied. "They ain't really your
friends then, are they." It wasn't a question. In The Boz's world
it was all black and white, live for the moment and deal with it. I
wished I could do that.

After school I was getting changed in the locker room. I'd hoped the
boys would have gotten used to me by now, but some of them hadn't.
Three or four of them were dressing so slowly they might have been
dummies in a dime store window. I didn't care though; part of me
might even have liked it a little bit, cause I was taking my time too.
Anyway, I was standing there in my nut cup and socks, stuffing pads in
my football pants before I could put them on, when someone snapped my
bare ass with a towel.

"Hey!" I turned around a little annoyed and saw it was Brian. I
wondered how long he'd been standing behind me.

"You stood me up on Friday night." He started opening his locker,
which was right next to mine.

"No I didn't." I gave him a dirty look. "I was there; you were
just too busy to notice."

"Too busy?" He looked a little confused. "I was waiting for
you."

"Yeah, I saw you waiting." I started pulling on my pants. "So,
how's Jackie doing? You get her phone number?"

"Oh, that?" Brian rolled his eyes. "We weren't doing anything,
just talking, that's all."

"Yeah, well, I walked right by you and you didn't even notice,
so..." I was tying my pants, pulling the drawstrings tight.
"...don't call me anymore, okay?" I grabbed my pads off the
shelf, my jersey still on them from Friday's practice.

"Aw, come on, that wasn't nothing." Brian was saying, but I was
ignoring him. "Where'd you get them hickies anyway?"

Outside on the field I caught up with Matt and Lance. We had a few
minutes before Coach would line us up and I wanted to talk to them ever
since I'd spoken with The Boz.

"Hey guys..." I was holding my helmet and jogging up to them.

"...was sitting right next to me, I swear." Matt looked at me and
smiled a little sheepishly.

"There she is, hey." Lance smiled too.

"You must be talking about that Carol again." I shook my head and
laughed. "Did he tell you how he introduced himself?" Lance grinned
and shook his head. I lowered my voice and put out my hand, "Just
call me Matthew."

"Matthew? No way!" Lance laughed at Matt who was turning a little
pink.

"Yeah way!" I nodded and laughed too.

"It wasn't that bad." Matt was trying to defend himself, but he
was busted and he knew it.

Carol Hahn was new to our school and in the seventh grade, but
definitely cute. A lot of the guys were talking about her and she'd
been sitting close to me and Matt during lunch, close enough so Matt
had decided to say hi to her. I'd just watched and smirked a lot.

"Hey, um..." I wasn't sure how to say it, or even if I should be
saying it, but I kept thinking The Boz was probably right, at least
about some stuff. So I took a deep breath and... "What would you guys
think if uh, if I went out with Kyle." I looked at them and waited.
"I mean like a date. Sorta." They were just looking at me. "Would
you um, be really mad...or...something?"

"You want to go out with Kyle?" Lance asked me.

"Well, he kind of asked me." I bit my bottom lip the way I do
sometimes. "And I said no, sorta."

"He asked you out on a date?" Matt kicked the dirt a little with
the toe of his shoe.

"Yeah. So I was wondering, you know, what you guys thought about
it." I felt really nervous asking them flat out like that. My stomach
was knotted up and my mouth felt dry.

"You don't need my permission." Lance smiled again, but it was a
little one.

"What about you, Matt?" I looked at him, waiting for some kind of
answer.

"I guess it's up to you." He finally said. "I just wish..."

"What?" I glanced over my shoulder. Coach was blowing his whistle
and yelling for us to line up so he could see who wasn't wearing
their cup that afternoon.

"I just wish I'd asked you first." He looked up with a grin and I
slugged him in the arm. He might not have been thrilled, but he was
okay with it I thought.

"So, you can ask me second!" I said without really meaning too, it
just sort of popped out of my mouth.

"Hey! What about me?" Lance was smiling bigger now and we were all
laughing, putting on our helmets and running for the 50 yard line where
Coach was waiting.

After practice I went straight into Coach's office liked he'd told
me to, locking the door behind me and finding my spot, a little X made
with masking tape on the floor, and kneeling on it. Coach was already
there, sitting behind his desk. He always left the field while we were
still running laps.

"You were fumbling out there today, Russet." Coach said. "Gotta
work on those ball handling skills, I think."

"Sorry Coach, I..."

"Shhh..." Coach stood up and walked over to me, digging his hand
down inside his shorts. "No talking today, boy."

I nodded and watched as Coach pushed his shorts down and stepped out of
them. He wasn't wearing any underwear; just a jock strap and he
shucked that too. His cock was semi-hard, hanging down in a long thick
curve of muscle and I licked my lips appreciatively. Whatever else
Sandy had done to me, she hadn't changed my mind about sucking cock,
that was for sure.

"Heh. You want this, don'tcha boy? Can't wait to wrap that
cocksucker around it, huh? Well, you think about that while you're
working your tongue around my balls." He moved close, so he stood
right above me and had me tilt my head upward. "Open up, son, this is
gonna feel real good."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Coach moved so he could gently
push his soft round ball sack between my lips. "Mind them teeth now,
boy!" Coach growled and I felt my mouth stuffed with his balls. I had
to keep my jaws wide for fear of biting him accidentally and there
seemed to be barely enough room for my tongue!

"Go on, mouth my balls, give 'em a good washing with that faggot
tongue of yours." Coach was chuckling and stroking his hardening
cock. "I'm gonna jack off all over your face, boy, so you just be
patient down there and make me feel good."

And that's what we did. I knelt there, completely dressed in my
football uniform, my cheeks bulging with Coach's swollen cum filled
balls, while he stroked himself over my face. Every now and then he'd
push his cock down with his thumb, rubbing the hot hard shaft across my
nose and eyes and leaving a wet trail of precum just below my hairline.
But mostly I just got a real good close up view of his hand sliding
slowly back and forth.

It was very exciting and more than a little frustrating, having the
taste of his sweaty balls in my mouth and the smell of his big manly
cock in my nose and not being able to really suck him off like I wanted
to. I wanted to feel his cock sliding between my lips, feel the way it
swelled and throbbed and jerked when he shot his thick creamy sperm
down my throat. But he wasn't going to give me that today, I knew, he
was going to take his time, torturing my patience as well as my jaw
muscles, while he got off in his own way in his own good time.

I don't know how long I was there, but I'd been breathing through
my nose and swallowing saliva for a long time before his hand began
picking up the pace. "Getting closer now, Russet...Mmm...yeah...gonna
paint that face of yours faggot white, how about that, huh? You're
gonna be wearing sperm, boy!" He was jerking his cock faster and
faster, and big drops of precum fell from the tip of his engorged cock,
splattering all over my face at random. It even landed in my eyes and I
blinked as they began to fill with tears.

"Just about there...Chew my nuts, boy...give em a little love down
there..." Coach was breathing hard and I tried to do as he asked, but
my mouth was practically numb by this time and I could hardly relax
because I was afraid I might bite Coach's nuts clean off.

"Ahhh...fucking Christ on roller skates!" Coach groaned and his
cock was suddenly spewing his hot seed all over my face, mostly in my
hair and on my forehead, but Coach managed to get quite a bit on my
nose and around my eyes too, and that stung a little.

"Gimme back my balls, faggot." Coach moved, pulling his balls from
my mouth and I worked my jaw weakly from side to side and then tried to
close it. That was sort of painful, actually. Coach didn't notice
though, he was rubbing his cock all over my face like it was a
paintbrush. I couldn't see it, I had my eyes tightly shut, but I
could feel it. He worked his sperm onto my skin until it was like a
thin sticky glaze from my chin to my forehead, ear to ear, and
everything in between.

"Now you look like a good faggot should, Russet." He was pulling me
to my feet. "Now go on, get a shower, boy. Don't forget tomorrow
morning, six sharp!"

"Okay Coach." My voice sounded funny, mostly because it was hard to
make the vowel sounds. I blinked hard, wiping at my eyes, and found the
door, letting myself out. I opened my locker and started getting
undressed. Thankfully everyone else was long gone and when I looked at
the wall clock I could see I'd been in Coach's office for more than
an hour. No wonder my jaw felt broken!

I was gonna go home, but I needed to stop by the library first. I had a
report due in the morning and I'd been putting it off til the last
minute as usual. I called home, borrowing the phone at the front desk.
The girl working there was Lauren, she was in high school and Henry had
a big crush on her, but I couldn't ever figure out why. She was tall
and thin and hardly ever said a word you could understand. She was from
Luxemburg, the place in Europe, not the one in Wisconsin, and so she
spoke Luxemburgese according to Henry. I thought it sounded an awful
lot like German myself, but what did I know? Her family grew grapes and
had a little winery, although Washington isn't renowned for its
wines. I guess they did alright though. They grew good grapes, I knew
that much. Me and my friends liked to pick them towards the end of
August, around midnight was best usually, cause everyone else was
sleeping. Know what I mean?

I let Daddy know where I was and he let me know that it was getting
late. So I hurried up and found some books, but they were the big
reference books that you couldn't check out for some reason. Maybe
because they were so big you might lose them, I don't know. So I had
to get some notes out of them. I guess libraries just weren't my
lucky places, at least on that particular Monday, because not 10
minutes after I sat down I had company.

"Hi." Jane whispered and she was putting her purse and a couple
books on the table I was sitting at. She sat down next to me, scooting
her chair a little closer than it already was and I had a vague sense
of d�j� vu.

"Hi." I said without much enthusiasm.

I'd never had many female friends in school or out of it and I
didn't need to start making them now. I had Sandy and I guess you
could say she was my best female friend, sort of, and one was enough.
Mark and David had sworn to me repeatedly that Sherry and Jane
wouldn't say a word about Saturday night, but it wasn't making me
feel better about what had happened. Jane was 17 and a high school
junior, her sister Sherry was 18 and a senior, so I didn't have much
contact with them anyway.

"What are you doing?" Jane leaned over, practically in my lap, I
thought, pretending to be interested in what I was reading.

"I have to do a report on Picasso for my art class." I replied
softly. I was flipping through a big picture book of the guy's
paintings.

"Weird." Jane gave a little giggle.

Jane was a pretty girl, all blonde and blue eyed, and I knew half the
boys in school had a crush on her, the other half probably tripping
over Sherry. Their family owned a horse ranch and they usually dressed
like it, wearing straight leg designer jeans, western style blouses,
and snakeskin cowboy boots in colors like pink, and candy apple red to
match their lipstick. I found it completely ridiculous, to be honest,
and thought it made them seem sort of fake. I didn't really want to
be friends with Jane or her sister, despite what we might or might not
have had in common. And that, I knew, was the reason Jane had come
around, sniffing my ass like a bitch in heat.

"Hey, I think it's cool you and Josh's cousin hooked up." Jane
whispered, her head very close to mine. "I just wanted to say that
you didn't have to worry, you know? Sherry's cool with it too and
we aren't going to say anything to anybody."

"Okay." I shrugged. I had no idea what Jane expected me to say or
do. What had happened between Sandy and I had nothing to do with anyone
else. It didn't matter to me at all if Jane was happy about it or
not. I was happy and so was Sandy and if word did get out somehow,
well...There was always somebody saying something about me anyway and
Sandy was a hundred miles away. It wouldn't mean anything.

"Mark and David..." Jane paused, "...they told you about us,
right?"

"You and Sherry?" I turned to look at Jane and nodded slightly.
"Yeah. They told me. I won't tell."

"I know." Jane said quickly. "Okay, I just was wondering, you
know."

We sat there for awhile, being quiet and pretending to read our books.
I was flipping pages, not feeling much like taking notes, and just
wondering when Jane was going to leave me alone.

"Hey!" I nearly jumped out of my chair and a dozen people stared at
me.

"Quiet please." The adult librarian, old Mrs. Tucker gave me a
dirty look and I settled back into my chair, feeling my face getting
red.

Jane had put her hand on the inside of my thigh, out of sight under the
table, and given me a little squeeze. I hadn't expected that at all
and it had about given me a heart attack.

"Don't do that!" I whispered angrily.

"What?" Jane was smiling innocently.

"You know what." I thought about moving to another table, but
she'd probably follow me. "Just don't do it."

"Sorry." She said softly, but she didn't sound very sorry. "I
was bored."

"Well, go be bored someplace else, I have work to do." I wasn't
raised to be rude, so that was about as close to it as I could get, at
least in the public library.

"Come with me?" Jane whispered, leaning close and grabbing my arm.

"What?" I stared at her.

"Come with me." Jane jerked her head towards the doors. "I got my
car outside; we can go someplace if you want."

"I can't go out. I have to get some notes and get home." I yanked
my arm away and went back to my book, making little blinders around my
eyes with my hands so I couldn't see her. "Sheesh." I muttered
and really hoped she'd get the hint.

"I'll give you a ride then." Jane was all smiles and I could tell
she wanted to touch me, just rub my arm, or tug on my hand or
something, but she didn't.

"I have my bike, I can't leave it here." I was about ready to
give up.

"Well..." She drew the word out slowly. "Okay then." She
started getting up and I was about to give a sigh of relief. "Can I
call you later?" She asked, unable to just leave me alone for some
reason.

"Yeah." I agreed, just out of frustration more than anything else.
I could always hang up the phone, but having Jane hovering over me was
getting real old real fast.

"Cool!" Jane giggled happily and away she went.

I just sat there. I didn't remember ever seeing her
so...perky...before. But then I'd only seen her with my brothers,
really, and then only briefly. She'd always seemed much more quiet
though, rather introspective I thought, like she was watching life more
than participating in it. I guess I was wrong, because she'd been
anything but quiet talking to me in the library. Jane had been animated
and cheerful and even playful with me and it made me wonder about her
little.

When I got home I heated up some leftover meatloaf that Mark had
cooked. None of my brothers were really bad cooks, as a general rule,
but they weren't really good either. I was hungry enough so it tasted
pretty good though and I worked on my report while I ate, actually
managing to write something that might almost get me a passing grade.
Art class was supposed to be easy, wasn't it?

The good thing was that I had Henry and Greg doing my chores all that
week and the next, so I almost felt like I was on vacation. I started
thinking maybe trading a blowjob or two for a break from doing the
dishes and washing clothes wasn't a bad deal, for any of us. Maybe I
shouldn't have promised Mark and David that I'd never fool around
with my brothers again, but I had and if I got caught breaking that
promise...It would be pretty bad, I was sure. So I had to make sure I
didn't get caught! I was laughing to myself, thinking those bad
thoughts and writing about that stupid Picasso guy - I could paint
better than him! - when I had the sudden thought that I should call
Kyle.

Blame it on my sudden good mood, because for some reason I was feeling
rather happy with myself for the first time in days. Probably it was
finishing my homework, always a good thing, and maybe it was knowing I
didn't have to do the dishes, or maybe...I pursed my lips, thinking
hard. Maybe it was just the silly way Jane had been acting. But no, it
couldn't have been that. She'd been pretty annoying, especially the
way she'd tried so hard to be cute. It might work on guys, but I
wasn't...well, I was a guy, wasn't I? Isn't that what I was
always telling myself and anyone who would listen? But I wasn't a
lesbian! I nodded to myself, wondering if I wasn't going crazy, that
was the key. I was a guy who liked guys, so Jane was cute, yeah, but it
didn't mean anything because I wasn't gay, except on the inside.

I really missed Sandy.

My Daddy was watching TV, which meant he was probably sleeping, and my
brothers were all doing their own things. Scott probably playing his
guitar, Steve surfing the internet for muscle babes, Mark and David
hanging out in the garage sharing their secrets, Greg doing his own
homework in our room, and Henry...Who knows? Jerking off in the
bathroom maybe while he plotted a new way to make everyone mad. At
least I was alone in the kitchen and I picked up the phone, knowing
what I wanted to say and wondering if I really had the guts to go
through with it.

"Hi. Is Kyle there?" I asked his mom and waited a few minutes for
him to pick up the phone. My heart was beating hard with excitement and
I felt a little giddy, actually. It was nice.

"Hello?" Kyle's voice was deeper than my other friends,
especially over the phone and it always surprised me a little.

"Hi." I didn't bother saying it was me, he'd know. "What's
up?"

"Oh, hey." He sounded sort of neutral, I guess because I'd pissed
him off earlier. "Nothing, what are you up to?"

"Nothin'." I said. "Just doing my homework."

"Yeah." Kyle replied without enthusiasm. "I had to memorize the
Gettysburg Address."

"Did you do it?"

"Sorta." Kyle laughed. "Wanna hear it?"

"Sure." I listened as he rattled off Lincoln's most famous speech
and I told him it sounded good to me, but I had no idea if it was right
or not. I'd never memorized the stupid thing.

"Hey, um...I was thinking." I looked around just to make sure I was
alone in the kitchen. "If you still wanted, I mean..." I was
stumbling, trying to get the words out.

"Wanted what?" Kyle might have been playing with me, but I didn't
think so.

"Well, if you wanted to take me to a movie or something?" I was
holding my breath.

"You mean on a date?" Kyle sounded a little nervous too. "You
want to go out with me?"

"Yeah." I breathed. "On a date, you know, um...Just me and you
and, uh, well..."

"Yes!" I could almost hear the ka-ching of his arm pumping the air.
"I mean, yeah, I want to. Can you go out tomorrow?" He was sounding
a lot happier now and it made me smile.

"I think so, yeah. But I'd have to be back by 10 or maybe 11 I
think. I'd have to ask my dad." I felt a little excited now, well a
lot excited really, and I decided right then that I'd go no matter
what Daddy said. It would be worth a trip to the woodshed.

"Okay, um I'll pick you up at seven, is that okay?"

"Sure, okay." I agreed. "But I'm not gonna wear a dress or
anything like that." I didn't even have a dress!

Kyle laughed. "Yeah, it's cool. I don't care what you wear!"

I was giggling and I dropped my voice a little. "Really?" It was a
mild tease and it made me feel a little sexy. "I might surprise you
then!"

"Ummm..." Kyle wasn't sure what to say to that.

"See you tomorrow, Kyle." I whispered.

"Goodnight, Ann." Kyle said and neither one of us hung up the
phone.

"Hang up!" I laughed at him.

"You first!" He replied, laughing with me.

"Okay." I said and didn't do anything. About a minute later I
finally told him, "I'm hanging up now."

"Alright." He waited.

"I'm going." I said.

"Okay." Kyle waited some more.

I laughed. I'd never played telephone games before; it was stupid but
kind of fun. "Tell me you love me and I'll hang up."

"What?"

"Tell me you love me." I repeated slowly. "And I'll hang up."

"I love you." He said half a minute later. I giggled and hung up,
feeling as happy as I'd ever felt in my life.

Three seconds later the phone rang and I grinned, grabbing it off the
hook. "Kyle! What are you..."

"Kyle, huh?" A girl's voice chuckled softly in my ear. "Am I
interrupting something?"

"Who's this?" I asked, feeling a bit put off by her words.

"It's Jane, silly. You told me I could call, remember?" She
paused but not long enough to let me answer her. "Your phone's been
busy for half an hour! What were you guys doing?"

"Oh, um, I was talking to someone." I frowned and wondered what she
wanted.

"Is he cute?" Jane giggled.

"He's just a friend, okay?" I was feeling a little exasperated by
her already and I considered hanging up, but then she'd call back I
was sure.

"Guess where I am." Jane said playfully.

"I don't know." I didn't really care either, I didn't add.

"Come on, guess." She pushed.

"Um, I don't know, your house?" Where else would she be at 9:30
on a Monday night?

"Yeeeeah..." She was leading me on. "But where in my house?"

"How would I know?" I laughed at her. "Ummm, the bathtub?"

"Nope." She giggled again. "Close though...I'm naked."

That was a little bit more than I needed to know.

Jane's voice was soft and sort of breathless. "I'm in bed."

"Oh." I didn't have much to say to that.

"I bet you really fucked Josh's cousin good, huh?" Jane wasn't
giggling now and her words hit me like a little punch in my stomach.
"We heard you guys doing it. We listened for 5 minutes before Mark
rang the doorbell."

"Good for you." I muttered, feeling my body burning with
embarrassment. It was one thing to know that Jane knew about Sandy and
me, but it was another thing altogether to hear her talking about it.

"And when you opened the door..." Jane sighed softly. "You looked
so sexy standing there."

I could barely breathe as I listened to Jane's voice in my ear. I'd
been wearing nothing but my boxers and underneath those my strapon
dildo, pressing outward like a huge erection between my legs. I'd
wanted to embarrass my brothers, shocked them into realizing their
mistake. I hadn't planned on giving Jane or her sister something to
fantasize about!

"I'm touching myself just thinking about you. Rubbing my little
pussy, fingering my tight wet cunt..." Jane was breathing harder and
I had little doubt she was actually doing it. "Thinking about your
hard little body on mine, your sweet tongue in my mouth...mmmm...Do you
want to fuck me, Ann?"

"I, uh..." I couldn't say anything. My nipples itched and I could
feel a dampness growing between my thighs as I listened to her. This
wasn't right, I told myself. I didn't care about Jane Hudson at
all. I wanted to hang up on her, just tell her I wasn't queer and
slam the phone down. But I didn't. I had this image of her lithe body
stretched out on a bed, her golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes, her
pert breasts with pink bubblegum nipples and her pussy, covered with
fine blonde hair, wet and gaping and begging for my strapon cock. I
shook my head but it wouldn't go away.

"You want to, don't you? I want it too...I bet you have a big cock.
A big hard cock you could fuck me with..." She moaned gently.
"...if you wanted to, Ann. You could do anything you want to me. What
do you want to do, huh? God, I'm so wet right now...Are you getting
wet? What do you want, Ann, tell me...Make me cum...tell me how you
want to make me cum..."

Jane's voice was ragged and full of sexual energy. It was almost
hypnotizing, listening to her get off while she talked about having sex
with me. I wouldn't have imagined doing such a thing with a complete
stranger! But Jane was doing it with me, and it was working too. My
skin was hot but I had goosebumps at the same time, and my tummy felt
like it was full of butterflies, their wings tickling me from the
inside out. My nipples burned and I wanted to pinch them, but I
didn't dare. My pussy was wet now, more than just damp, it was soaked
and my clit was a sharp point of electric pleasure begging for
attention.

"I want to fuck you..." I whispered, unable to help myself. I was
falling down a hole and my head was spinning. "I want to make you cum
all over my cock."

"Mmmm...yeah...Fuck me, Ann. Close your eyes and imagine your cock
inside me...fucking me so good...your tits rubbing against mine...My
nipples are so hard right now...Bite them for me, suck my tits,
Ann...Make me cum for you...Uhhhhh...fuck yessss....I'm gonna
cum....make me cum...oh oh oh...!"

She was cumming, right then over the phone; Jane was fingering her
pussy and cumming for me. I found my body had fallen into her rhythm,
my breathing matching hers, my fingers unconsciously traveling down,
between my legs to rub against my aching clitoris through my jeans. I
was so close, somehow Jane had brought me to the edge and as I listened
to her I could only close my eyes, trying to see her, trying to feel
her body beneath mine. I was going to cum, standing there in the
kitchen, talking to a girl I barely knew over the phone. I was cumming
and I could hardly hold onto the phone as my soft cries carried over
the wires to join with Jane's.

We just breathed into our phones for several long minutes. I felt
deeply embarrassed and even a rush of guilt as my head slowly cleared
and I thought about what I'd just done. I felt a little angry, maybe
even somewhat used, although I wasn't sure how or why exactly. I
halfway expected Jane to say something stupid, either intentionally or
just because she wanted to sound cute, but she didn't.

"Thank you..." She was whispering. "That was amazing." She
sounded sweet and sincere, maybe even a little vulnerable somehow and I
forgot my anger immediately.

"Yeah." I agreed breathlessly. "It was good."

"Goodnight Ann."

"Night Jane." And that was all we said, as if Jane and I now had
some unspoken agreement between us. But I had no idea what our new
relationship was, I only knew it existed.

"I need my own phone." I whispered to myself and smiled until I
looked down at myself. I'd really had a good orgasm. Not a great one,
but pretty good and pretty wet. I could smell myself and worse, feel
myself. Juices from my pussy had run down my thighs and it felt like
I'd peed my pants sorta.

I just thanked God I hadn't gotten caught. It was a miracle, believe
me, and nearly enough to make me believe in fate. Jane and
I...Hmmm...My mind was wandering as I hurried up to the bathroom. I
didn't like her, or at least I hadn't liked her before. She was a
girl for one thing, and my brother's girlfriend for another, and...I
didn't know. How could I be excited about her? I didn't want to be,
that was the thing. I didn't want to be attracted to her. I didn't
want to have sex with her. Did I? We'd just had sex though and it had
been pretty good. I hadn't fucked her physically, but mentally, and
maybe more important - emotionally - I'd definitely fucked Jane.
I couldn't deny that and she wouldn't forget it either, I was
certain of that.

"So you got a boyfriend now, huh Russet?" Coach had me bench
pressing 60 pounds while he spotted me. It wasn't a lot, I could lift
it easy, but doing 5 sets of ten was tough towards the end.

"Ugggh...huh..." I gave him a tiny nod. Three more, I told myself.
Just three. "Ugghhh..."

"There you go boy, push it..." Coach smiled. His muscular legs were
practically straddling my head and I saw the big bulge in his shorts
looming over me. Concentrating on that made it easier for some reason.
"Two more....one more...Good!" Coach helped me settle the weights
down on the stand and I flexed my arms, feeling the ache in my chest
and shoulders.

"So this boy," Coach grabbed my water bottle and handed it to me.
"...he queer like you?"

I laughed at that. "Ain't nobody queer like me, Coach." I felt a
lot more comfortable around him, especially during the morning
workouts. He was friendly and funny, and I could see a lot of his gruff
was just for show.

"Not true." He smiled. "Queer is queer, don't matter much what
you look like."

"You think so?" I tried to understand what he was saying. He had a
lot more experience than I did, that was for sure.

"I know so." Coach picked up his clipboard and started writing
something. He was charting my workouts, or so he'd told me, but
hadn't really explained why. "Some guys are queer and they know it.
Like you know it, Russet, and they're happy with that. Other people,
well, they know they're queer, but they keep pretending they're
not, especially to themselves."

"How's that?" I'd become convinced that Coach really believed I
was a boy, and when I was around him I believed it too.

"Well they might suck a dick and say, 'Oh, I didn't really like
it. I just did it cause I was drunk, or cause he made me do it. I
ain't queer at all.' And they feel bad about it and cry a little
maybe, but the next day they're thinking about it, wondering how come
it is that they like suckin' dick so much if they ain't queer."

"Yeah." I nodded, mostly too myself because I was thinking about
myself and Sandy and Jane. "What about being bisexual, Coach. What do
you think about that?" I was a little embarrassed asking him, but not
too much. One thing I'd learned was that Coach never put a person
down for asking a question; in fact he said that was the mark of real
intelligence. I tended to think he was right.

"Bisexual?" Coach looked at me. "You got a girlfriend too?"

"Uhhh...Well, sort of." I smiled and felt my face turning red.

"Aw hell boy, that ain't anything to be worrying over. Good looking
kid like you is gonna have a lot of pussy chasing his dick, I guarantee
it. If you like it both ways, then you oughta be getting it both ways.
I never had much use for a woman personally, but maybe I just never met
the right one."

"So it's okay then?" I think I'd been worried Coach might have
gotten mad or something, but he was way beyond a little thing like
jealousy.

"Course its okay, otherwise we wouldn't have no babies!" Coach
laughed. "Lot of daddies in this world suck dick, Russet. Don't
mean they don't love their wives or girlfriends, just means they like
some dick once in awhile too. I knew this young buck in the Corps, had
a wife and three babies, all of em girls, and he loved 'em all...Yep,
that boy was the best piece of ass I ever had, Russet." He grinned at
me. "Next to yours that is. Now let's get some butterflies goin'
or I'm gonna tap that ass of yours hard!"

What Coach had said made a lot of sense. I just had to change some of
the wording around in my head so I could see how it applied to me. I
just had to accept the fact that I didn't really mind having sex with
Sandy, and I wouldn't mind having sex with Jane either, if it came to
that. But Jane was going to have to understand that I wasn't going to
be into everything a real lesbian might be into. Like having my pussy
licked? No way! I hadn't even wanted Sandy to touch me down there, at
least not directly. Sandy hadn't minded though, because she wanted me
to be a boy for her. If only Jane was the same way, I
thought...Wouldn't that be awesome?

I saw Coach again at football practice, of course, and before we
started we had a little team meeting about me, which was surprising. We
were all in the locker room, 19 boys, Coach, and me.

"I got some good news and I got some bad news." Coach started.
"The bad news is that a few of you boys have been telling your
friends about our star running back here." He clapped me on the
shoulder pad. "How Russet ain't exactly one of the boys." He
seemed to glower over us as he spoke and some of the guys were
definitely shrinking a little.

"Now I gotta tell you I had a long chat with the principal today and
I don't like talking to the principal. I don't like some pencil
necked geek who never strapped on a helmet telling me how to run my
team." Coach wasn't yelling, but it seemed like he was. "If
ya'll want to lose this team. If you boys wanna end up playing field
hockey with a bunch of dick skinners from Spokane, just keep it up.
They'll shut us down and turn the field...your field...into a cow
pasture. I don't know about you, but I don't want any cows shitting
on my football field!"

Coach looked around at us like he expected someone to defend the local
dairy council. We weren't even breathing though.

"More bad news. Russet ain't gonna be one of the boys no more. I
told ya'll to keep yer yaps shut, didn't I? From now on she'll be
using the girl's locker room and God help the first one of you that
thinks he's gonna sneak in there for a look see at what he's
missing. She'll be dressing out in there, showering in there, and
coming out clean and proper from now on." He glanced at me, looking
like he might apologize, but he didn't.

"And now, just in case you were wondering, bad things do come in
threes. Thanks to some of your teammates here we have a new assistant
coach. She..." Coach stressed the word, looking around as he said it,
"...She is Miss Haven and she'll be here every day starting
tomorrow. Some of you probably know that Miss Haven is the school
nurse, well when you see her tomorrow you'll call her Coach Haven, do
you understand me?"

We nodded weakly and there were some scattered replies of "Yes
sir."

"Now, the good news, and you already heard it. Russet is still on the
team, thank goodness for that. We need her, and anyone who don't
believe me is either stupid or brain damaged. We need everyone in this
here room if we're going to win some games this year. I want to win
some games...A lot of games. So I'm gonna forget about who said what
to who. I'm gonna forget I got my ass chewed by the principal. Hell,
I'm even gonna forget I got a school nurse for my assistant. But what
I ain't gonna forget is that we got a hell of a football team here.
We got a scrimmage in two weeks against Pipestone and then we got our
first game a week after that against those boys down in Westwood. So we
got a lot of work to do."

Coach looked around confidently. "Any questions?" There weren't
any and he sent us on our way out to the field, everyone except me that
is.

"Russet, hold on a sec." He grabbed me by the arm.

I wasn't sure how I was feeling right then. I was sorta gonna miss
being in the boys locker room. I hadn't minded the stares and the
whispering so much. Heck, I knew most of those kids since kindergarten
anyways. But I felt bad cause it felt like the world was winning again.
I was just a girl again and that kinda pissed me off.

What was the big deal about having tits? Or having a dick or not having
one? What stupid planet were we living on anyway? And a woman for a
coach? The school nurse? I knew Miss Haven, everyone did, and she was
nice but I didn't imagine she knew an awful lot about football...She
was just going to be there to babysit me. Even I could figure that out
and it wasn't fair. I was 14 already and I could take care of myself.
Coach thought so too, but his hands were tied. He was probably lucky he
still had a job. If our school was in Seattle, or any other big city,
he'd have been fired for sure. So I wasn't going to be blaming him.


"Sorry about this, Russet." Coach was telling me. "I got you your
own key for the girl's locker room; just make sure you don't lose
it. Go ahead and get your stuff, find yourself a locker and get moved
in. There should be towels in there, if there ain't just let me
know."

"It's okay Coach." I shrugged, or tried to under my pads. "Just
so long as I can play, that's all I care about."

"You're a good boy, Russet, a good kid." Coach nodded
approvingly. "I'm gonna miss giving you that special training
though."

"Oh." I hadn't thought about that. I guess it was gonna be pretty
tough sneaking into Coach's office now. "But uh, we can still work
out, in the mornings, right?"

"Hell yeah, boy." Coach grinned at me. "That's a whole separate
deal, just between you and me."

I smiled at that, I'd started enjoying those morning workouts. "I
guess you have to find another special player though."

"Yeah." Coach agreed gently. "He won't be special like you
though, Russet. No sir-ree."

"Who's it gonna be?" I asked him as he turned to walk out of the
locker room.

Coach just chuckled. "That's between him and me, boy. Him and me.
You hurry up now, move your locker and get your ass on the field."

Well, I wasn't going to be learning man fucking from Coach anymore,
at least not after football practice. I was regretting that, but the
good thing was that at least I could shower and dress pretty quickly
and for the first time I was the one waiting for Matt and Lance to get
changed. I'd even bought them a couple sodas and handed them over as
soon as they came through the doors. I hated that waiting though, let
me tell you. It wouldn't seem like a big deal, but having to stand
outside in the hallway while all your friends and teammates were
inside...that sucked. It really made me feel like I was different
suddenly.

"So you're really gonna go out with Kyle tonight, huh?" Lance
asked me as we walked to our bikes.

"Yep." I drank what was left of my Coke down in two big gulps.
"He's gonna pick me up at seven." We'd already talked about
this, all day long it seemed like. None of the guys seemed really upset
about it, which was way cool. Even John had taken the news okay,
although he hadn't said much about it. I made a mental note to spend
more time with him. John was cool, he was just a little different from
the rest of us.

"So, um, Friday you wanna come over to my house?" Matt asked and
Lance looked at him, but didn't say anything.

"What? You having another sleepover?" I laughed. "Two weeks in a
row?"

"Uh, no." Matt blushed a little. "I mean you said I could have
the next date, right?"

"Oh." I said and gave a little silent 'EEEK!' in my head.

"She said I got the next date!" Lance said and that was exactly
what I was afraid of.

"No she didn't..." Matt had stopped walking and so did Lance.

I stopped too and felt all my worst fears coming to life in front of
me. "Hey! Shut up! Both of you..."

"But..." Lance tried to say something.

"I said shut up!" I glared at them. "First thing, we're
friends, all of us, and if this is gonna be a problem I'll fix it
right now. I'll call Kyle and tell him I can't go and I'll never
go out with any of you, ever!" That was sort of a bluff, because I
had no intention of doing that! Kyle would get seriously pissed at all
of us, but especially Matt and Lance. "Okay?"

"Yeah." Lance nodded.

I looked at Matt and he nodded too. "Okay, sorry."

"Another thing, if you want to ask me out, just do it. Don't argue
about it, or be pissed cause somebody asked me first. I'm not gonna
forget any of you guys, okay? I want to have fun and be with my friends
and that's all. If you guys can't handle it, then it isn't gonna
be my problem. I'll find a guy who can handle it and that'll be
that, you understand me?"

"Yeah, Jesus Ann, I just wanted to..." Matt always wanted to talk
too much.

"You understand, Lance?" I cut Matt off, ignoring him.

"Yeah, I get it." He was looking down.

"Good." I congratulated myself. I'd been thinking of The Boz and
what he'd told me. Maybe the world was more black and white than
I'd imagined, I just needed to put my foot down more often.

"Now..." I turned to Matt, tilting my head and smiling at him.
"...what did you want to ask me?"

"Um, well..." He glanced at Lance. "I was wondering if you wanted
to come over Friday night. Just you and me and uh, well..."

"Like a date?" I teased him.

"Yeah." He grinned. "Like a date, except um, if you wanted to
sleep over then..."

"Sleeping over on a date, huh?" I laughed because I'd slept at
Matt's house a hundred times at least. "I don't know if my dad
would like that."

"Well, I don't mean..." he was blushing and trying to figure out
what he should be saying. "...um, I guess if you didn't want to...I
mean..."

"Sure." I shrugged, like I hadn't noticed Matt's discomfort.
"I'll just come over after football practice, huh?"

"Yeah." Matt nodded quickly. "I can get some movies if you
want..."

"No zombies." I laughed. "If this is gonna be a date you have to
get something new, okay?"

"Oh, sure." Matt would have agreed to anything right then.

We were walking again and Matt was happy, but Lance was plainly
miserable. I sighed because I could feel this just wasn't working
like it was supposed to. By the time we were on our bikes and pedaling
home I still hadn't thought of a way to get through to them that I
didn't want anything to change because of this new situation. Lance
and Matt had been friends as long as any of us; we were the original
three going back almost 10 years. If those two couldn't find a way to
get over this, then Kyle and John didn't stand a chance.

"Are you mad, Lance?" I finally decided I had to say something. I
was almost home and the guys had another 10 minutes riding together
after that. The last thing I needed was a fight between Matt and Lance
after they dropped me off.

"No." He said quietly. "I just wanted to ask you out too,
that's all."

"On Friday night?" I asked him. Matt just listened, pedaling ahead
of us a little. He'd already won the battle, so he could afford to be
gracious, I thought, a little unfairly.

"Yeah." Lance shrugged. "It's okay though."

"Well, I'm free Saturday." I smiled at him. "How about if I ask
you out?"

"Huh?" Lance looked at me finally and saw my smile. "You want to
ask me out?" He even smiled a little too.

"Sure, why not?" I swerved a little around a pothole. "So, how
about it? You want to go out with me Saturday night?"

"Yeah, sure." He was definitely getting happier and he straightened
up a little more on his bike. "What do you want to do?"

"I dunno." I grinned. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Yeah." He grinned back. "Hey Matt, guess what!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Matt laughed and they were friends again. I really
hoped I wouldn't be doing this all the time!

I was debating what to wear for my date with Kyle. I'd never been on
a date and it was sort of frustrating. I mean I knew I was gonna be
dressed pretty much like usual, meaning like any other 14 year old boy,
but what was I gonna wear? I'd never thought about it before.

I finally just ran out of time. It was like ten minutes before seven
and I was standing there in my underwear, a pair of boxers with Tony
the Tiger on them, and socks, and nothing else. I heard Kyle's car
outside and I grabbed an old pair of faded Levi's and a boy scout
shirt that had been Mark's for about three weeks before he'd gotten
bored with scouting. It was like new and pretty cool with the patches
and stuff. I started getting dressed when I decided that if I was going
on a date with a guy, no matter who it was, he was gonna have to
realize that I was a guy too. That meant I needed a cock. It made me a
little nervous, as you can imagine, but even if Kyle found out somehow
that I was wearing my strapon, at least he wouldn't laugh...or so I
hoped.

I put it on under my boxers and pulled on my pants, adjusting it so my
dick showed a little, but not too much, although when I sat down to put
on my boots it was definitely visible on the inside of my left thigh.
It looked like I had a cucumber stuffed down my jeans. But Kyle was
already downstairs, talking with Daddy or my brothers, and I just got
dressed quickly, not bothering with a t-shirt or even tucking in my
scout shirt.

"Hey!" I called out as I came down the stairs.

"Hi." Kyle looked nice, a little nicer than I'd expected, with
khaki pants and a nice shirt under his unzipped leather jacket. It was
one of those simple kind, not too many zippers or buttons or anything,
and soft and supple. It was a cool jacket and I wished I had one.

"So you're going to see a movie, huh?" My dad was there, leaning
against his rifle cabinet, but I didn't think he was doing it to
intimidate Kyle. So far as anyone knew we were just doing best friend
stuff, not going out on my very first date.

"Yeah." I felt a little shabby being dressed like I was, now that
I'd seen Kyle. I shoulda put on corduroys or something. "Is it
getting cold out?" I asked Kyle.

"Not really." Kyle shrugged. "Might get chilly though."

"Better grab a jacket." My dad suggested. "And don't forget,
you got school tomorrow. What'd you get on your report for that art
class, anyway?"

"I don't know yet. I'll be right back." I turned and headed
upstairs, to grab my Seahawks jacket and maybe change my pants, but I
didn't.

All I did was tuck in my shirt and put the jacket on. That looked a
little better at least. All that worrying over how I looked, Jesus, I
wondered if that was the girl part of me, or did boys worry about that
stuff too? I knew my brothers always asked each other if they looked
okay before a date, but I didn't notice them agonizing over it
either. It was more like just asking for a little confirmation of what
they already knew - they looked fine, and if they didn't, too bad.
I was more like, how do I look? terrible? oh shit!

I would have laughed if it hadn't been so pathetic. God! It was only
Kyle and he was gonna like me no matter what I was wearing, or at least
that's what he'd said. He didn't know what I was wearing between
my legs, and that at least made me smile.

"What are you smiling at?" Greg came into the room just as I was
ready to walk out.

"Nothing." I gave him a little kiss as I walked by, just cause I
wanted to. I usually didn't kiss any of my brothers except on their
birthdays maybe. I was definitely feeling weird.

It was weird being on a date with Kyle, that was for sure. I mean we
were best friends and we knew everything about each other. But instead
of talking like we normally would, we just sort of sat there in his
car, driving down the road and not saying anything. I don't have a
lot of patience though and I especially hate being uncomfortable. I'd
rather be mad than uncomfortable, or even sad if that was my other
choice. At least I'd have a reason for those, but there didn't seem
to be any good reason at all for sitting there nervous and being
uncomfortable.

"What are you thinking about?" I finally asked Kyle, turning my
head to look at him.

"Nothing." He put on a vaguely innocent look.

"Nothing at all?" I asked with obvious disbelief.

"Um, nope." He smiled and just stared straight ahead.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes and sat there in the dim glow of the
headlights and twiddled my thumbs. If all my dates with my best friends
were gonna be like this one I was gonna have just four of them, I
thought miserably. They'd never get another.

"What are you thinking about?" Kyle ventured a few minutes later.

"Pull over." I answered. I'd made a quick decision, without
really thinking about it. Something had to be done though or this was
going to be the worst night of our lives.

"What?" Kyle glanced at me.

"Pull over. Right here, on the shoulder." I said pointing. "Stop
the car."

"Okay, okay." Kyle was confused but he was doing it and as soon as
the car was stopped and he'd put it in park he turned to look at me.
"What 's wrong?" He was wondering if I was gonna be sick maybe,
or if I was mad or something.

"Nothing." I said and I leaned over, putting my hand around his
shoulders and pulling his head close to mine.

I kissed him the way Sandy had taught me, or at least perfected with
me. I slipped my tongue across Kyle's lips and inside his mouth. I
felt the hard sharpness of his teeth and then the soft wet warmth of
his tongue against mine. I held his face in my hands and I felt his
hands on my shoulders, rubbing me gently. We kissed long and deep and
by the time we'd finished our very first kiss I was hot all over,
breathless and tingling.

"You asked what I was thinking about." I whispered with a smile.
"I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you."

"Oh..." Kyle blinked and he was smiling. "I'm glad, I
mean....wow...okay..."

It had been a good kiss and a pretty good idea too, I decided. I moved
back into the passenger seat, settling myself in comfortably and Kyle
pulled the car back onto the road. We were both much more relaxed and
found that we had all kinds of stuff to talk about, just like we always
had, and after that everything was fine.

"She asked about me?" I was giving Kyle a little look. We were
getting close to Beaverton after a 20 minute drive.

He'd been telling me that Jane's sister, Sherry, had sat down next
to him and some other guys during lunch the day before. Sherry was a
senior and Kyle just a brand new freshman, so I guess in typical high
school fashion that was sort of a big deal. Especially since Sherry was
on the varsity cheerleading squad and enjoyed all the social perks of
being at the top of the social food chain. I'd never thought about
Mark and David that way, I mean where and how they fit in at school,
but I was beginning to realize that they were probably up there too. I
kind of rebelled against that a little, given that I was anything but
status hungry, my choices in friends, clothes, and hobbies pretty much
made me the invisible girl. At best I was just another guy, at worst I
was a tomboy and maybe even a lesbian. It all depended on who you
asked.

"Yeah." Kyle explained. "She said something about her boyfriend
being one of your brothers and she'd heard we were friends."

"So what did you say?"

Kyle shrugged. "I said yeah, we're friends. I said something about
we were going out and Sherry said she didn't think you had a
boyfriend yet."

"She said that?" I frowned a little. "She barely knows me. So you
told her you were my boyfriend?" I sounded like I was accusing Kyle
of a crime, but I didn't mean to.

"Well, yeah." He sounded unsure of himself, like he didn't want
to say anything that would get him in trouble. "I probably did."

"That's okay." I forced myself to smile. "So what did she say
then?"

"Not that much. She just said maybe we could double date sometime,
since she was going out with your brother and all."

"That's it?" I asked, knowing I was sort of pushing a little too
hard.

"Yeah. I guess so, I mean mostly she was talking about running for
school president and stuff." Kyle was turning into the parking lot
for the movie theater, there was only one, but it had three screens.

"She's running for president?" I asked with a little roll of my
eyes.

I definitely thought that was too much. And she wanted to double date
with me and Kyle? I bet she did. If Sherry was like Jane, and from the
way my brothers had talked the Hudson sisters were like peas in a pod,
then she probably wanted more than just a friendly night out with our
boyfriends. But maybe I was jumping to conclusions too, I did that
sometimes.

"So is she really your brother's girlfriend?" Kyle asked me.

"Sherry?" I nodded. "Yeah, Mark and David have been going steady
with Sherry and her sister for more than a year."

"Her sister? Jane?" Kyle sounded a little wistful, I thought, and I
felt a tiny pang of jealousy maybe. "She's in my astronomy
class." Kyle was obviously glad that she was too.

"Good for you." I said, a little annoyed now and wondering if we
could change the subject.

"She's seriously hot." Kyle wasn't getting it.

"Maybe you shoulda asked her out then." I said lightly, hoping
he'd remember that he'd actually asked me out.

"She'd never go out with me." Kyle was being stupid now.

"So, I guess my standards are lower or something?" I crossed my
arms and looked out the side window, pouting just a little maybe and
waiting for him to park the car just so I could slam the door shut.

"What? Oh...no, I didn't mean..." Kyle finally came out of his
fog. "I'm sorry, Ann." He parked and turned off the engine,
reaching over to touch my arm. "I didn't mean anything, okay?
You're way cooler than Jane is, I just meant..."

"She's hot, yeah, I get it." I was frowning and I shrugged his
hand off, undoing my seat belt and opening the door. "Hot is better
than cool. Fine. Whatever." I finally did get to slam the door and it
wasn't nearly as satisfying as I'd hoped for.

What was the deal with me, I wondered? We talked about girls like that
all the time, or mostly my friends did and I just listened and gave
them a hard time about it. Why the big deal now? I'd felt hurt by
what Kyle had been saying and that was new to me. It wasn't something
I'd expected and I should have been able to ignore it. But I
couldn't. So I was changing, wasn't I? Did I want to be a little
high school hottie and have all the boys dreaming about me? I didn't
think so. No, I didn't, I told myself. I liked being me. I liked
looking like I did and acting the way I wanted to...But what would it
be like, a little voice kept pestering me. What would it be like to
be...what? to be a girl?

I must have been standing there for a few minutes, leaning against the
car and thinking, before I realized Kyle was apologizing to me, asking
me if I was okay.

"I'm fine." I gave him a smile and decided I wasn't going to
act like I had been.

I'd spent so much time and energy worrying and trying to tell my
friends that even if we went out on a date, we still had to stay best
friends. But here I was acting like I was anything but a best friend. I
didn't like myself very much right then, I was being unfair probably,
and a hypocrite. Kyle hadn't meant anything and I shouldn't have
taken it so seriously.

"I'm sorry." I gave Kyle a hug and swore I was going to be really
nice to him for the rest of the night.

We were walking towards the theater, not arm in arm or anything though.
It wouldn't really have bothered me so much to hold Kyle's hand,
but we did look like a couple guys hanging out together, especially in
Beaverton where most people didn't really know me by anything but
name maybe. So holding hands would have gotten us some looks,
definitely. It was probably a good thing nobody had seen us hugging a
moment earlier, or if someone had, then at least it was dark by the
car.

We were going to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie, but we had
about 45 minutes to kill before it started, so we decided to play some
video games for awhile. There was a whole arcade full of them and it
was cool cause in our town there were just two old pinball machines at
the little pizza place, and a crappy Street Fighter game at the 7-11
that was busted most of the time. David fixed it a couple times, but
Dale, the guy who owned the 7-11 had gotten in trouble with the vending
company who owned the machine. I guess they didn't like other people
fixing their stuff.

"Hi Kyle." Some girl's voice caught my ear. We were battling on
the WWF game and I was kicking Kyle's butt.

"Hey Denise." Kyle glanced at her and so did I.

She was cute, about my height with shoulder length blond hair, wearing
white painter's pants and a baby blue sweater. I didn't recognize
her and I wondered how she knew Kyle. Behind the girl was another,
taller than her friend with really pale skin and dark eyes. Her hair
was long and black and wavy, curling at the ends. They stood there
watching us and it was kind of bad for Kyle's concentration, I think.

"This is my friend, Julie." Denise finally said half a minute
later. "She goes to CFS."

That was the Christian Fellowship School, which was the only private
school around. It wasn't very big, and being here in Beaverton meant
none of us really knew much about it. Some kids thought it was like a
cult or something, but really it was just a private school for people
who didn't want to send their kids to public school for whatever
reason. Anybody could go there, so far as I knew, so long as you could
afford it.

"Hi." Julie said and smiled, mostly at me I think.

"Hi." Kyle said and I nodded slightly, glancing at the girl and
saying "Hi" too.

Kyle's game was over less than a minute later and I was still going
strong, fighting against the machine now. He watched me for a few
moments and then he was talking to Denise and her friend, while I sorta
listened while I played.

"I didn't know you lived around here." Denise said

"Nah, we drove over from Squinosha." Kyle replied.

"You have a car?" The blond asked and when Kyle told her he did,
she seemed pretty impressed.

"I'm going to get one for my 16th birthday, I think." Denise was
saying.

"When's your birthday?" Kyle was looking over to see how I was
doing, but mostly he was looking at Denise. Her sweater was kind of
tight and she had some well developed tits. So did her friend, Julie,
who was wearing a tight black Green Day t-shirt tucked in her jeans. I
thought they looked good on her, and my eyes kept drifting over even
though I wasn't sure why.

"You play that pretty good." Julie was closer to me now, I guess
cause she felt a little left out listening to Kyle and Denise.

"Thanks." I said, glancing up and accidentally staring into her
dark eyes for a second. I felt a little embarrassed and that confused
me.

"Do you go to school with Kyle and Denise?" Julie asked and at
least I knew then how Kyle and that girl knew each other. She must have
just moved here or something, I figured, cause I knew most everybody
who went to the high school, at least by sight.

"Nope." I was jamming buttons and working up a combo. "I go to
the middle school."

"Oh." The girl replied. "I thought you were older." She
didn't mean it in a bad way, but it surprised me because I knew I
didn't look that old!

"I'm 15 almost." I told her, wondering why I didn't just say I
was 14.

"Me too." Julie was smiling. "I mean I am 15, I just had my
birthday last month."

"Happy birthday." I said with a joking laugh. "I'm sorry I
missed it."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too, now." She said, smiling but not laughing.
"Maybe I can come to yours." Julie suggested and I suddenly
realized she was serious.

"Huh?" My guy on the video screen almost got pinned when I looked
at her.

"I can give you my phone number if you want." Julie was saying.
"I mean if you wanted to invite me...or something, you know."

"Oh." I had no idea how to react to that. Didn't she know I was a
girl? That I was there on a date with the guy standing like 5 feet away
from us while she was hitting on me? I felt my heart skipping a little
and that all too familiar knot starting in my tummy. What if she did
know I was a girl? What if she didn't mind and maybe that was why she
liked me? Suddenly my game was over, the videogame laughing
triumphantly, and I barely realized it.

"Here..." Julie was digging in her purse and writing her name and
number on a napkin she'd found. Her pen was big and pink and topped
with a little Minnie Mouse. I just stared at it as she wrote, wondering
what I should say.

"Okay, um..." I looked at the paper she'd handed me.
"...thanks."

"Just call me anytime, okay?" She was smiling and looking at me.
"I have to get home." Denise was calling her and Kyle was telling
me we had to get our popcorn and stuff cause the movie was gonna start.

"I will." I told her, but not knowing if I meant it or not.
"Bye."

"Bye." Julie gave me a little wave.

"What was that all about?" Kyle was looking at me funny.

"I don't know." I shrugged and put Julie's phone number in my
shirt pocket, buttoning the flap.

It didn't even occur to me until Kyle was paying for our popcorn and
sodas that I hadn't told Julie my name. Kyle had been telling me that
Denise was a freshman too and that her family had moved to Beaverton at
the end of summer. He said she was nice, but kind of an airhead. I
teased him about her liking him and he just grinned at me, but didn't
say anything, so it was probably true. But I wasn't going to make a
big deal out of it; I'd had enough of being stupid like that for one
night. But Julie...I just didn't know what she knew and it bothered
me a lot.

"Hey, did you tell Denise anything about me?" I asked carefully,
wanting to find out what Julie might know, or at least find out,
without appearing dumb, or worse, like a lesbian.

"No, not really." Kyle gave a tiny shrug, not wanting to spill
anything while we walked into the theater.

"Did she ask about me?"

"Um, nope. Not really. She just said it looked like you and Julie
were making friends." Kyle wanted to sit way up front, like we
usually did, but for some reason I was thinking I wanted to sit in the
back.

Maybe it was just my mood, which had been swinging up and down like a
rollercoaster over the last few weeks. Or maybe it was just that I was
already feeling strangely out of place. Like I wasn't who I was
supposed to be, although I was just the same as I always had been, I
thought. But this was different, I was on my first date and I was a
girl pretending to be a guy, out with another guy, and getting phone
numbers from pretty girls and wondering what it all meant. I wanted to
sit in the back, away from everyone else, curled up in a corner. This
wasn't the date I was expecting, and honestly, I hadn't known what
to expect at all. But this wasn't it!

I got my wish anyway and Kyle and I sat about three rows from the back,
all the way on the right side of the theater. We put our jackets on the
seat next to Kyle and got comfortable. It was a Tuesday night, so the
place wasn't very crowded anyway, only half full at best. We were
pretty much by ourselves and that let me relax quite a bit. It was
weird being so stressed like that, but Kyle was nice and talked about
the pick-up football game I'd missed on Sunday, making me laugh as he
described all the crazy plays they'd tried. I really wished I could
have played, but spending the day with Sandy had been worth it.

And then I was thinking about Sandy, and then about Jane, and then
about Julie and...I was back where I'd started! God! I really needed
to get my mind off all those girls and stop worrying about if I was
starting to turn lesbian or not, because that really was the deepest
knot in my guts. I had to do something and maybe something else
besides, just to prove that I wasn't lesbian at all.

It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes into the movie that I
slipped my arm around Kyle's shoulders. I was a little nervous doing
it, wondering if he wouldn't rather watch the movie, but I didn't
need to be. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had been seriously
underestimating myself and the feelings my friends had for me. It would
take me a long time before I understood that, and maybe that was part
of the growing up process that everyone has to go through. In the
meantime I went through all the anxious moments and doubts and fears
that every teenage boy, and girl I suppose, has to suffer through. And
that included my first kiss in a darkened movie theater.

It was exciting, the way the light flickered over us, surrounded by
strangers, and kissing my boyfriend. Kyle had his arms around me and I
was turned towards him, leaning awkwardly over the armrest between us.
I had my hand on his neck, holding his mouth to mine while we kissed
deeply. Our tongues played against each other, sometimes in my mouth,
sometimes in his, and it was wonderful. I felt my body growing warmer
and my nipples hardening, beginning to itch and ache pleasantly. My
strapon had hidden quietly for hours, but now I could feel it distinct
and hard, and with every movement the base of the thing pressed against
my sex, bringing my clit to burning life.

It was different and new and incredibly sexy, making out with Kyle in
public like that and I wondered if anyone was watching us. Occasionally
our mouths would slip and a gasp, or sigh, or soft wet smacking sound
would fill my ears, making me even hotter as a little wave of
embarrassment washed over me. Kyle was eager and if anything even less
experienced than I, having really only learned the art of making out
over the weekend previous. I tried to do to him everything Sandy had
done to me. I moved my mouth to his ear and kissed it gently, licking
inside and taking his earlobe between my lips and teeth. I nibbled him
tenderly, feeling his body moving against mine, trying to bring us even
closer somehow. I brought my lips to his neck and gave him a hickey,
sucking and biting, and feeling the pressure on my lips until I was
sure he had small bruised love bite to remember me by.

"Now your mine." I whispered with a breathless giggle.

"Oh, Ann..." Kyle was kissing me again and his hands were moving,
one sliding up and down my back, while the other moved beneath me,
searching for my tender breasts.

Kyle massaged my tits through the heavy cotton of my shirt and I
didn't mind. It felt good and brought my nipples to almost painful
attention. I was flashing hot and cold all at once and I sucked his
tongue hard into my mouth. He fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, but
managed finally to get two or three undone, giving him plenty of room
to touch my bare skin and that was even better. Kyle's hands were
gentle and smooth and as he squeezed my breasts I moaned softly into
his mouth.

"Kiss them..." I whispered, my mouth touching his ear, and I pushed
Kyle's head down, moving him so that he could reach my breasts with
his lips.

It seemed as if every part of me were concentrated there, in those two
small handfuls of flesh and the rock hard nipples that topped them.
Kyle kissed and licked them noisily, practically kneeling now on the
dirty floor of the movie theater and as I cradled his face to my
heaving chest I looked around, seeing that there were people watching
us. Adults mostly, the kids sitting closer to the front and more
interested in the movie than what might be going on behind them. I was
panting and Kyle would move from one nipple to the other, seeming to
take my entire breast in his mouth and sucking on it while his hands
explored my tummy and back. My shirt was loose now, untucked completely
and barely buttoned, and I watched those people watching us and that
was somehow making it even better.

But obviously you can't be doing that for very long in a movie
theater. At least not in Beaverton. Maybe in Seattle or some other big
city people made out in theaters all the time, maybe even did more than
that, but not around here.

"Hey." Somebody was whispering, a young woman dressed like an usher
and holding a weak flashlight. The light shone on us briefly and then
she turned it off. "Hey, you can't be doing that in here." Her
voice wasn't loud, but loud enough so that a few more people turned
to look. "You have to stop that or else leave." She didn't look
too happy with us and I supposed she must have thought we were two boys
making out, an idea I found more than a little exciting. I hoped
everyone there would think I was a guy, it made my knees weak.

"Okay, okay..." I breathed and Kyle was sitting up, his face wet
from all the kissing and licking and sucking he'd been doing on my
tits. If he was embarrassed he didn't say anything, which I suppose
meant that he was. He just sat down quickly, trying to avoid all the
looks. I went to work fixing my shirt and glanced at the girl with the
flashlight, waiting for her to leave, but she decided to sit down in
the row behind us.

"You wanna go someplace else?" I leaned over and asked Kyle.

"Do you?" He was still breathing a little hard.

"Yeah." I giggled, not caring if I sounded like a chipmunk or not.

The movie was only halfway over, but we didn't care; we hadn't been
watching it anyway. I ignored the dirty look we got from the woman and
hurried out of the theater, holding Kyle's hand. He was my boyfriend
and I didn't care who knew it. If someone wanted to think we were
gay, so what? Kyle didn't seem to care either, at least not right
that moment. I was feeling good about myself again and I might have
wondered about that, but I didn't. Sex just seemed to momentarily
cure everything that was wrong with the world, ever notice that?

In Kyle's car we decided that we didn't really need to go anyplace
at all. It was dark and we were parked in the middle of a whole bunch
of other cars that wouldn't be going anywhere for another hour at
least. Kyle drove an old two door Impala that could have been really
hot, but it would have taken a lot of money and a gazillion hours of
work. He'd gotten it cause the price was right - free - and he
had a best friend who could keep it running - me. But one thing about
that car was the big backseat. The front was roomy too, but the
backseat was just plain big. Big enough for the two of us to do
anything we wanted, that was for sure.

We were kissing again and this time I'd just taken off my jacket and
shirt completely. Kyle had his jacket off too and while we kissed I was
working on getting his shirt undone. I moved my mouth down his neck and
kissed Kyle's smooth chest, pushing him back to lean against the side
panel, so we were lengthwise on the seat. I kissed his nipples like
he'd kissed mine, swirling my tongue around the dark nubs and then
sucking them into my mouth. I nibbled at them gently at first, and then
harder, making Kyle groan as I chewed his sensitive skin. His hands
were on my shoulders and in my hair and moving down to play with my own
aroused nipples. He pinched them hard, as hard as I was biting his and
then some. It was a rush of pain and I enjoyed it. Kyle was enjoying it
too, I could tell, and I bet if I'd had that titty tether that Coach
had clamped me with the previous Friday, Kyle would have loved it.

I had moved my right hand to Kyle's crotch by then too, and I was
rubbing his cock through his pants, squeezing it a little as if trying
to grab hold of it through his khakis. I kept playing with him like
that as our mouths came back together and he took my tongue between his
lips, sucking it for a long moment before I returned the favor.
Kyle's hands were moving as well, down to my bare waist and lower, so
he could feel my ass through my jeans. I was working at his belt and
the snap on his trousers, determined to free Kyle's cock and Kyle was
sliding his hand around, squeezing my hip and thigh and moving to
massage my pussy when he found my cock instead.

"Wha..." He started, breaking our kiss and I smiled.

"It's just my dildo." I laughed, although I felt slightly
embarrassed and that more for Kyle than myself. "Wait..." I told
him and I undid my jeans, peeling them down my legs until I had to kick
off my boots to get my pants off completely.

The light wasn't very good, but there was just enough so that when I
pulled my strapon through the button fly of my boxers we could both see
it.

"Why do you have that?" Kyle wasn't too sure what was going on
and who could blame him?

"I just like it." I kissed him, but he wasn't kissing me back
very much. "I told you I was a guy inside, remember?"

"Yeah...I guess, but..." Kyle probably didn't remember much of
anything right then.

"A gay guy...remember..." I reached back down, rubbing his cock
which was a little softer maybe, but definitely still firm and I took
that as a good sign. "This just helps me feel good, okay?" I kissed
him, forcing him to accept it as my tongue pushed into his mouth for a
good long minute, until I was sure his cock was growing excited again.

I was rubbing Kyle's cock and I even had his pants undone, enough so
I could reach inside his underwear and pull it out if I wanted to.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked Kyle, breathing the words into
his ear. His hands were on my back, up high as if he feared getting too
close to the dildo hanging between my legs. "Do you want to take me
home now?"

"No..." He was shaking his head slightly and his fingers dug into
my skin a little more tightly. "No, don't stop..."

I pulled his underwear down slowly, reaching into the humid confines of
his briefs to feel his penis, hard and throbbing. "Do you want me to
put it in my mouth, Kyle?" I teased him, licking his ear.

I wanted to suck his cock more than anything else in the world right
then, but I wanted him to get over his fear of me too. Or his fear of
my strapon, I should say. I didn't know what the big deal was. It was
just a big piece of molded rubber and plastic that looked like a big
cock. Touching it wasn't going to make him queer, was it?

"Oh, yeah...suck on it..." Kyle was nodding and trying to move me
so I could bend down for him.

"I will..." I promised, resisting his hands and keeping my mouth on
Kyle's ear. "...if you'll let me wear my dildo, okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, I don't care..." He was saying, but I knew better.

"No, I mean you said before you'd be gay with me, right?" I was
stroking his cock slowly, feeling the tip all wet with precum under my
fingers. "You wanted to do gay stuff with me, you said..."

"Yeah, but um..." Kyle had said a lot of things when the other guys
had been saying them too, the five of us talking in Matt's basement,
but now it was just the two of us and he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Show me..." I said, urging him to do what I wanted, "...touch it
for me, like I'm touching yours."

Kyle swallowed thickly and his breathing was ragged. He was nervous but
my hand on his cock was feeling good, I knew, and he didn't want me
to stop. He wanted more.

"Jerk me off, Kyle, play with it and I'll suck your cock." I was
promising him, rubbing his smooth hot shaft up and down. "I'll let
you cum in my mouth, I promise..." I felt his cock pulsing, ready to
cum any minute and I loosened my grip, barely touching him.
"...I'll swallow it, Kyle...just touch me...make me feel good
too..."

And then he was! He was touching my cock, taking it in his hand and I
could feel it through my clit, the sensation of having him pull on it
slightly, and then push, moving his hand up and down the thick hardness
of it slowly. I felt a rush of heat between my legs and my whole body
trembled with pleasure at my little victory. I could have cum right
then, with just a few more minutes of Kyle's fingers working that
dildo back and forth. But a promise is a promise and he'd done what
I'd asked.

I dropped my mouth to his cock quickly, not only because I was afraid
he'd cum soon, but because I was so hungry for him. I was as horny as
I'd ever been in my life right then and I wanted to taste Kyle's
penis, to feel it hard and hot and filling my mouth. I took the head
between my lips gently, sliding my tight rounded lips down with one
smooth motion so that the head of his swollen cock pressed to the back
of my throat, making me gag, but just a little. I was just too eager
and I slowed down, relaxing and moving my mouth up and down his length
like we had all the time in the world. I pulled his pants and underwear
down further on his thighs, while Kyle lifted his hips, driving his
cockhead unexpectedly into my throat. He wasn't really all that long
or thick, but I did have a small mouth.

"Oh, Ann...yeah...that feels....gooood..." Kyle was groaning and
his hands were on my head, unable to help himself as the joy of getting
his very first blowjob overcame his self-control.

"You like that?" I lifted my mouth away briefly, and then went
back, pushing his cock against his taut stomach and licking it from the
base to the tip and back again.

"Yessss...I like it...don't stop...please..." He was in heaven
now, having his cock sucked, and I almost glowed with pleasure. I
wanted him to feel good.

I mouthed his balls a little, finding them smaller and easier to manage
than Coach's had been. I took them into my mouth one at a time,
rolling them gently, and caressing his soft lightly furred sack with my
tongue. I jerked him slowly while I did that and shortly returned to
replace my hand with my mouth, sliding up and down easily, savoring the
taste of Kyle's penis and the musky male scent that filled my nose.
His fingers moved through my short hair, gripping me as the feel of my
hot wet mouth around his dick became more than he could stand.

I let Kyle move me as he wanted, enjoying it every bit as much as he
was. He pushed my head down and let me up and humped my face with his
hips, lifting his butt almost completely off the seat. It was a
hurried, sloppy and altogether sexy affair that ended within three
minutes of starting. Kyle gasped loudly and just pushed upward,
straightening his back and holding my head over his cock as it suddenly
pulsed deep in my mouth. Hot sperm shot out, flooding me with his sweet
salty flavor. I swallowed quickly, but there was so much it was
spilling from my lips, running down Kyle's throbbing shaft and onto
my fingers. I could feel his balls in my hand, tightening and jumping
slightly as his muscles worked to empty them. I kept sucking Kyle's
cock, for what seemed like minutes before the last weak spurts faded.

The inside of my mouth was coated with his orgasm, and my tongue was
covered with the gooey remnants, but I gave that no thought at all as I
lifted my head, pressing my lips to Kyle's. He was hesitant at first,
probably thinking of where my mouth had been and even slightly repulsed
by it maybe, but Kyle didn't deny me. We were soon kissing deeply, my
tongue moving in his mouth at first, and then gradually pushed back
into mine as his own tongue slipped between my lips. I knew he could
taste his own cum, and the thought of sharing his seed like that made
my heart pound in my chest.

I wanted to cum too, I needed it as badly as Kyle had needed his
release. I moved, shifting so I could sit more easily facing him and
while we kissed I took his hand in mine, guiding it down to the strapon
jutting between my spread thighs. Kyle didn't resist as I wrapped his
hand around the shaft, my fingers over his and I began urging him to
stroke me like that.

"Make me cum, Kyle...I want to cum..." I was whispering between
kisses and he began jerking me off slowly. "Yessss..." I hissed at
him as my clit responded to the rocking of the rubber base against it.
"Jerk me off...like that...harder..."

Kyle soon found a rhythm I liked and the motion of his hand quickly
brought me to the edge of orgasm. I'd reached down to find his own
cock, which had grown stiff once again, or I should say it had never
really gone soft. He'd shot a lot of cum but his 16 year old body
made a lot too, I guess. I jerked him off while Kyle fondled me, our
arms pumping in time while we kissed. I was going to cum any second and
I wished he would cum with me, but there was no chance of waiting for
him. I'd waited too long and needed it too much to try and hold
myself back.

"Ohhh...God...Kyle!..." I was practically crying as my body was
rocked by all the tiny explosions going off inside me. My body quivered
and humped my pelvis wildly, forcing the base of my dildo even harder
against my sensitive clit. It was a long sharp agonizing ecstasy that
enveloped me and all I could do was collapse forward, wrapping my arms
around Kyle as he continued to work his hand on my cock. He was kissing
my cheeks and eyes and ears, hugging me with one arm while the other
was trapped between our sweltering bodies. I had one orgasm after
another, three at least, and I was panting for air, whispering
meaningless words as if I might explain to Kyle what he'd done for
me. He knew anyway though, he knew how good I felt and that he'd been
responsible for it somehow.

"Oh, that was good..." I smiled up at him, my cheek pressed to
Kyle's chest. "Thank you."

He just smiled back and kissed my forehead. He probably wondered if
he'd really done anything at all. All he'd done was play with my
strapon for a few minutes, but that had been enough.

"Mmmm...look at you..." I whispered a few minutes later. It was
nice just cuddling like that, but I could feel his cock still hard and
I was squeezing it gently in my hand.

"He likes you." Kyle laughed.

"I like him too." I felt his precum leaking out, running down my
fingers. I moved a little, pulling Kyle with me so he could sit
properly on the backseat, facing forward,

"What are doing?" He asked me, taking advantage of our changing
position so he could cup my small breasts in his hands, massaging them
while I straddled Kyle's thighs.

I was facing him now, kneeling on the seat and looking into his eyes in
the dim light. "I'm going to fuck you." I giggled and reached
down, grasping his cock in my hand.

"Don't you think you better um, take that off then?" Kyle was
looking down at my strapon that was actually poking him in the stomach
right then.

"Noooo..." I sighed, lowering my body and trying to find my tight
little butthole with the head of his cock. It didn't seem like it
should be that hard, but... "Mmmm...right there..." I breathed and
I rocked my hips slightly, feeling the blunt round and slippery head of
his penis pressing against my anus.

"Is that your...ass?" Kyle looked shocked.

"Yeah...I want you this way...Just...push..." I was pushing down
slowly, holding his cock rigid against my ass and I groaned as he
finally entered me.

"Oh man..." Kyle was groaning too and he'd let go of my tits,
holding me instead by the hips now and he lifted himself upward,
pressing his cock up and inside my ass. "You're so
tight...Jesus..."

"Yeah...oh yeah...fuck me, Kyle..." I was breathing, my fingers
digging into his shoulders as his cock slid into me. I wished I'd had
some of that lube stuff, but this was okay too. His cock was leaking
precum like crazy and I was good and relaxed for a good hard fuck.
"Right...Ughhh...there...yesss!" I settled my butt all the way down
so I was sitting on Kyle's lap. Every inch of his cock was stuffed in
my ass and it felt wonderful.

"Jesus, Annie...that feels good...oh man its hot....your ass is hot
as hell in there..." Kyle was saying and I bent my head to kiss him.

We made love slowly at first, mostly just rocking my body against his
so that his penis barely moved in and out of me at all. It felt nice
like that and kissing him while we did it made it even better. The best
thing was my strapon, trapped between us like a big hard cock, it
pushed and pulled against my pussy with every little movement we made
and that was exactly what I needed. Between that and the feeling of
Kyle's dick filling my ass, I was primed like a rocket ready to go
off.

"Fuck me...harder...make me cum...oh god, Kyle...fuck me now..." I
was clutching him desperately and lifting my butt higher, letting him
pull half his cock free of my ass before I pushed back down to take him
deep again. It was glorious, fucking Kyle like that, and his hands held
me tight around the waist. He was ready too and he lifted his hips to
meet my thrusts, so that his cock speared deep into my burning ass over
and over again.

"I'm gonna cum, Ann...I'm gonna cum..." Kyle was saying and I
was close too.

"Uh-huh....do it...cum inside me...I...I wanna feel it..." I panted
breathlessly, my whole body crying for air as it burned from the inside
out.

Just then we heard a car starting, and then another, and headlights
were being turned on. The sounds of people talking came muffled through
the windows. The movie was over, I realized, but I didn't care. I
doubted anyone could have seen us anyway; the windows were completely
fogged on the inside. But the car was rocking and no doubt more than a
few people noticed that.

"Oh shit..." Kyle said suddenly, realizing what was going on, and
he froze for just an instant, but I couldn't. I just kept fucking
him, bouncing my round white butt off his hips and a second later Kyle
was pounding his cock upwards to meet me.

The thought of all those people just on the other side of our fogged up
car really set me off. I was practically screaming when I came and Kyle
was soon joining me, although he was a lot quieter than I was. I wanted
to be heard though, I got off on it for some perverse reason, and it
made my orgasm even better being loud like that.

I could feel Kyle's cock buried in my ass, jerking and shooting his
thick hot cum into my bowels. My body was milking him for more too, my
orgasm contracting the muscles of my ass around his penis like a velvet
fist, squeezing and releasing him. My head was pounding and my blood
seemed to boil as it rushed through my body. I was sweating and
breathless and wore out. I'd had a good long cum, my body still
quivering delightfully for some 3 or 4 minutes after Kyle had finished.
He let me have the time I needed though, just holding me close and
kissing me. It was really, really good like that and I never wanted to
the moment to end.

"Guess what." I breathed into his ear a few minutes later.

"What?" Kyle had his hands on my ass, and he squeezed me nicely.

"You're not a virgin anymore." I giggled and kissed him one more
time before we began to untangle ourselves. All in all I thought it had
been a pretty good first date. For the both of us.


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